A watered-down version of physical attraction tears through me like a lack of gravity. I flutter toward the horizon and the pull of the empyrean. I could use a little support here. These wings make my back ache. Heaven’s like a healthcare clinic waiting room. Take a number and wait your turn. Eventually, bespectacled factotums […]
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Love on the Rocks by Richard J. Fleming
A bright light goes on in the grotto. Whose idea was that? Not to mention, relentless waves keep pounding the rocks into submission. One of these days, but perhaps not today, I am going to send to the moon for a very special pet rock. It led a quiet life in the Sea of Tranquility. […]
An Illustrated Book of Neglected Nostalgia by Richard J. Fleming
Back to the basics had a certain derogatory appeal. I wanted it certified in wallpaper paste, spelled out on a duotone horizon of a penny postcard. But the Boss had a problem with your application. You didn’t use authentic, black India ink; and it ran across the page like a bandwidth across the curve of […]
Enigma Machine by Richard J. Fleming
1 During a full body scan, I am entering a phase of life where I no longer feel connected. At the bottom of the landfill, there are broken medicine bottles. I try to put together the pieces. There are traces of finger paint on the shards. My hard wired brain can’t process scrambled egg images […]